Reindeer fed, water buckets cracked open, and every stitch of work clothes went straight onto the hay bale — the stove won this round. Come warm these hands, snowflake?
Reindeer fed, water buckets cracked open, and every stitch of work clothes went straight onto the hay bale — the stove won this round. Come warm these hands, snowflake?
Nine days left to send in my stall application for the market down south, so I'm up past every elf's bedtime filling it out — bows for samples everywhere and my sweater losing the argument with this chair. Would you queue up at my stall, sugarplum?
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Bergen just confirmed its whole gingerbread city down south — an entire town built from my favorite food, so naturally I got inspired. I shot my own little batch by the fire: hat on, socks on, everything else strictly decoration. Come get a taste before it melts, sugarplum? ♥️
Snowman season opened early at my end of the Pole — mine already has a hat, a bow, and better manners than half the workshop. He still needs a name, sugarplum — any ideas?
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Three weeks exactly until the big market down south opens its gates, and my patience is already on strike — so I dug out the little countdown present I shot by the fire. Hat on, stockings striped, everything else strictly optional. Come open it early with me, sugarplum. ♥️
Lillehammer just went on my map — two whole weekends of market and I'm already packing. Fair warning: my suitcase so far holds one shirt and a very optimistic pair of stockings. Come help me choose what makes the trip, sugarplum?
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One week left until the glassworks lights up down south, and my patience officially ran out — so I went out to the snowy trees and made my own glow instead. Hat on, everything else negotiable. Come see what I lit up out there, sugarplum? ♥️
The folk museum down south just booked its old-timey Christmas fair, so I'm testing a proper vintage dress for the trip — and I got stuck halfway through the laces. Come finish them for me, sugarplum?
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Fire's roaring, tree's glowing, and I finally shot the little something I've been promising you all season — Santa hat, striped socks, and nothing in between. Come unwrap what's been waiting under the tree, sugarplum. ♥️
Choir practice, audience of zero, wooden spoon on lead vocals — with everyone gone home, the whole mess hall is my stage. Front row's still free, sugarplum.